I'm really not immortal

Chapter 4
The Sutra Pavilion only has Daoist scriptures, but no martial arts secret books.

And studying Taoism does not necessarily have to go to the Sutra Pavilion to find work.

Zhao Qingchan can also choose simple and mindless things such as chopping firewood, digging medicine, and washing clothes. He also has enough free time every day, and he can also go to the Sutra Pavilion to borrow a few Dao Zang to study. Life is so uncomfortable.

But borrowing books to read at home is different from browsing in the Sutra Pavilion.

Where is the Sutra Pavilion in Wudang Mountain?
Even if there were no martial arts secret books hidden among them, the thousands of Taoist collections are still incomparably precious treasures for Taoists.

Then Wudang Buddhist scriptures pavilion will not have first-rank or super-first-rank masters to guard against it?

Now that Zhao Qingchan takes this job, he will be able to get many benefits from the following.

1. Peeping at the second-generation disciples at close range.

2. Get close to the rumored junior brother of Zhang Sanfeng, Taoist Yuxu, who is also the gatekeeper of the Sutra Pavilion.

3. Meet Zhang Sanfeng who may appear.

4. 'Accident' exposed his talent of never forgetting, as well as his extraordinary understanding, attracting attention.

5. He can't accept the task, just because he can't digitize the task, but he can increase his cultivation speed by studying Dao Zang. In short, the more the better, he has to read as many books as there are.

As for why Xia Zhixi was so happy and straightforwardly agreed to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to sweep the floor?

In fact, Zhao Qingchan knew very well in his heart that his aptitude had already been seen through, and it was probably reported to the Wudang faction's senior management.

They asked him to go to the Sutra Pavilion, and they probably planned to consider himself, so why didn't he want to show it to those people?
Now NPCs see themselves as NPCs.

Future players will probably see him as a player.

Then he can't deal with them in the way of players, he has to act in the way of NPC, he has to treat himself as an ancient person!

time flies.

On the third day after arriving in Wudang Mountain, the sun just came out, so Zhao Qingchan took a breath to wash, then put on the dark blue Wudang Taoist robe, went to the cafeteria to have breakfast, and asked all the way to the Tibetan scriptures. near the pavilion.

When he stepped into the courtyard of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he first glanced at the several tall locust trees in the courtyard.

That's right.

This is a habit of veterans in the rivers and lakes.

Because these seven old pagoda trees with a height of more than ten meters will basically be his life and death enemies in the next few years.

On the bluestone slab under the locust tree, dead leaves were scattered all over the ground, and no one cleaned them, or someone knew that Zhao Qingchan was coming to work today, so no one cleaned those dead leaves.

He looked around and found an old Taoist at the door of the Sutra Pavilion, reclining on a rocking chair with his eyes closed. It seemed that after seeing him coming, he half-opened and pointed to a certain location, allowing him to find a suitable place. A broom taller than yourself.

Zhao Qingchan mocked him, and then took the broom into his hand.

Very heavy.

It is estimated that he will have to rest for a while after sweeping. He only hopes that he can grow up quickly, otherwise, except for understanding and roots, other attributes are simply too weak!

shuh~
shuh~
shuh~
The long cleaning work with a small broom officially started.

3 minutes.

10 minutes.

half an hour.

A gust of wind blows.

The dead leaves that had just been swept together were blown away.

Zhao Qingchan raised his eyebrows, he glanced at the dead leaves flying away, and stood in the courtyard with his sword in his arms, with the heroic posture of a general on the battlefield watching the enemy retreat.

But three seconds later, he bowed his head with a bitter face, and just hurriedly took out the dustpan to collect the remaining dead branches and leaves, first poured them into the trash can, sat on the stone pier to rest for a while, and then continued to follow these Dead leaves fight each other.

The courtyard of the Sutra Pavilion is very large.

In addition to the pagoda tree leaves in the yard, other dead branches and rotten leaves brought by the gentle breeze every day will also become very troublesome.

From early morning to noon.

More than two hours of cleaning work.

Zhao Qingchan was able to clean up the yard.

At noon, say goodbye to the old Taoist, and then go to eat.

In the afternoon, I began to use a rag to clean up all the dust I could see.

It's been a busy day.

Zhao Qingchan finally settled all this when dinner was approaching.

Afterwards, he washed his hands and tidied up his clothes. Then he came to the door of the scripture storage pavilion and asked softly, "Master..."

"Calling me master is not taking advantage of you. You can go to see whatever scriptures you want."

The old Taoist took a sip of wine with the flagon, glanced at him, and saw that his body was clean and his hands were free from stains and dust, so he said in a deep voice, "The yard is cleaned every three days. Wipe it every two days, and watch it the rest of the time if you want, remember not to scribble, otherwise you won’t have to come back in the future.”

"Yes, master." Zhao Qingchan nodded and entered the dazzling collection of Buddhist scriptures.

There are too many bookshelves, too many Taoist scriptures, and there are dozens of classifications such as Taoist teachings, talismans, ancestral records, mountain chronicles, and even Confucianism, medical skills, yin and yang, and divination. Feeling endless.

Fortunately, he took a deep breath and secretly glanced at the talent on the attribute panel.

Never forget.

After thinking for a while, he took out the Tao Te Ching written by Lao Tzu and read it first.

Zhao Qingchan's reading speed is very fast.

After he traveled to this world, he merged some of the soul memories of this body, and this body once really knew how to read and write, so it is not too difficult to read "Tao Te Ching".

He was even wondering if it was the fusion of two souls that made him have a superior memory and activated the talent of 'photographic memory'.

And think about it.

It seems that because the soul is really too strong, the comprehension, memory, and logical ability have also become weak. He has just finished reading the Tao Te Ching, and he easily memorized its content in his mind.

Subsequently.

He picked up the pen and paper again and wrote it silently.

Ding dong.

[Reminder: If you successfully study 1 Daoist book, the practice value of the Taoist martial arts secret book +1%. 】

Zhao Qingchan smiled slightly, then picked up the second "Nanhua Jing" and continued to flip through it.

This 'photographic memory' ability.

Among 1000 million people, it is difficult to find the second one.

This is also one of the reasons why he is not in a hurry to cultivate his inner strength now.

The only thing I don’t know now is that after reaching 100% of the cultivation value, I have to write a few books silently to increase the cultivation value by 1%, or there will be some changes and other special effects will be added. After all, no player has reached this level before. .

………………

that's it.

Lasts until about seven days.

Zhao Qingchan just put down the broom.

I heard Xiaoduji screaming 'gudong, gudong'.

He let out a breath, and slowly put the broom and dustpan where they should be. Just as he was about to say goodbye to the old Taoist, the latter waved to him and said kindly, "Come and eat together."

"Master, isn't this bad?" Zhao Qingchan scratched her head in embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter, I sent an extra one for lunch today." The old Taoist stood up from the rocking chair, waved his hand, and asked him to follow him into the cabin next to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

Seemingly amiable.

But there is no room for rejection in the words, anyone can hear it.

And here is the place where the old Taoist lives, two windows, two chairs, a table, a bed, a sword, plus three jars of wine, other than that, there are almost no other decorations, so simple that it makes people feel uncomfortable. I feel a little elegant.

"If there is no accident, this old Taoist who let me call him master should be Zhang Sanfeng's younger brother, Taoist Yuxu?" Zhao Qingchan took a seat according to the old Taoist's instructions after thinking for a while.

And when the old Taoist had already started eating, he only picked up the chopsticks.

The former asked suddenly: "You only read the Tao Te Ching for half an hour, and you can write it down silently?"

"The key is here!" Zhao Qingchan was overjoyed.

So he blinked and said, "Yes, isn't it the same for such a simple thing?"

"???" The old Taoist coughed lightly, swallowed the rice grains that choked his throat, and said, "Are you sure you can remember it after reading it, and then write it down silently?"

"Well, I can remember, but I can't understand!" Zhao Qingchan nodded obediently, then scratched his head and said, "But I have also thought about it a little bit in my heart, it should be that I am too young, and I don't have a lot of experience. There are not enough books, so I will read a few more books in the future, and sooner or later I will gradually understand."

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the old Taoist. Although the little guy in front of him is young, his words are well-founded. It should be a year of wandering life, which has made him grow a lot. He said in a deep voice: "Eat first, and I will see you later." I am reciting all the Taoist scriptures I have read silently."

"Okay!" Zhao Qingchan nodded and began stuffing the food.

People are iron, and rice is steel, so you panic if you don't eat a meal.

He is someone who wants to cultivate immortality in the world of martial arts.

Don't starve to death on the road of cultivating immortals.

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ps: The new book asks for recommendation tickets, collections, and investment. The four chapters are 1 words, huh huh.

(End of this chapter)